The rain outside grew heavier and heavier.
Raindrops pounded against the window, creating a rhythmic sound.
I stood inside, staring at their lifeless bodies, tears streaming down my face.
I had thought about suicide.
But at that moment, I was completely broken.
I didn’t even have the strength to pick up a knife.
Li Xiang was my first love and my husband.
He was my entire world.
Now that he was gone, I felt like I couldn’t go on living either.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Open the door! Open the door!”
The landlord had arrived.
He came to collect the rent every month, rain or shine.
The landlord was an old man, sharp as a tack.
He knew that my spouse and I had been living in the house for two years, but he had never seen us go to work, so he always looked at us with a strange expression.
I wasn't in the mood to deal with him and casually replied, "We were sleeping; I'll give it to you tomorrow."
But the Landlord refused to leave.
He stood at the door, banging on it forcefully. "No! You need to pay now!"
"I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow; I don't have time to collect the rent!"
"Hurry up!"
With no other choice, I had to open the door.
The Landlord stood there, frowning as he looked at me. "What's wrong? You look terrible."
"Where's Li Xiang?"
I forced a smile, suppressing the pain inside me. "He drank too much and hasn't woken up yet."
"Alright then, we'll do it tomorrow."
"Remember, I must get the money tomorrow!"
After saying that, he left.
As soon as the Landlord was gone, I collapsed onto the floor.
I thought I could end my own life.
But now it seems that I still want to live.
Since I want to survive, I need to find a way to escape responsibility.
With that in mind, I first went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face.
Then I returned to the bedroom, looking at the two bodies, and picked up the knife.
The sky grew darker.
The rain fell harder.
I used mud to seal the wounds of Li Xiang and his lover.
This way, the blood wouldn't flow out.
Then I took scissors and shredded their clothes and the bed sheets.
Next, I lit a lighter and burned everything.
The room was filled with the smell of blood and charred fabric.
I used a fan to blow the odor out of the window, then opened the back door and pushed a cart outside.
On the cart were two large cardboard boxes filled with gravel.
But in reality, there were two corpses inside.
Li Xiang and the woman I killed.
Their combined weight was over two hundred pounds, making it difficult for me to push the cart.
Yet I gritted my teeth and walked five kilometers to a muddy area.
There were many leeches there.
I had heard that once a person is bitten, they would be drained of blood.
Even their bones would be sucked dry.
So I specifically chose this place to bury the bodies.
After all, it would be hard for the police to trace them here.
That night, heavy rain poured down.
I dug two large pits in the mud and placed them inside one by one.
Then I covered them with dirt and piled a lot of stones on top.
Finally, I pushed the cart back home.
The morning in Shenzhen arrived particularly early.
As dawn broke, I busied myself with preparations.
I knew that only by acting early could I survive in this city.
First, I went outside to gather some branches, bamboo, reeds, and plants from the greenbelt.
These plants had been broken by the rain, and now I could only boil them to make a pot of water to sprinkle around the house, hoping to dispel the lingering smell of blood.
I never realized how complicated it was to take a life.
I had only seen similar posts online before; I never imagined I would actually kill someone.
Yet, surprisingly, I felt remarkably clear-headed.
From the night before last until now, I had been tense for an entire night.
But now, I was utterly calm.
I knew I wanted to live.
If I had wanted to die, I would have done so long ago.
But since I still wanted to survive, I needed to clean up the scene.
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